The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

recoiled, my

insult stung, but the worst part was the twisted flicker

craved for any touch, any relief, even from those

legs felt weak, my breath ragged and I knew I was

the peak yet but the heat was too much and my mind was fogged by the need that kept growing

jeered, their taunts mingling with the roaring in

one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

and ran

inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes – I

up and down his

voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned

anything

Do you want me

anymore, I pushed through them before he

eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but I didn’t look

was to get away, to find somewhere –

with a solid wall of muscle and staggered

up, an apology on my lips but the words died in

the amber-eyed

gaze locked onto mine with a

striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit –

collective hush fell over the room

stares and a sickening dread pooled in my

drifted to his signet on the third finger of his left

was a Lycan leader, but not just any

Moon

pounded as I realized the gravity

in my world, with

expecting a reprimand

for uncontrolled heat cycles especially in

shame that could bring down the wrath of the

intense, a deep amber

instead of condemnation, his gaze held

pulling me up from the ground

He asked, his voice sending shivers through my

against my arm and my breath hitched again as I

but my body chose that

of heat crashed over me, stronger than before and my

vision

leader caught me, his grip

were impossibly close now and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against

up at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that made my

Time seemed to slow.

into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in

of something raw and primal crossing his